Yesterday I tried to get some photos of the dogs for our Christmas card. Naturally, since I wanted them to do something, they gave me attitude. Here are some of the more successful attempts (although I don’t like any of them enough to use them):
And since it’s no fun to only look at the better photos, here are the best of the failures:
Fortunately I did manage a few good solo shots of each of them, so I’ll work a little Photoshop magic to make our cards this year. Phew!
The little dog has a sixth sense. Otherwise how would she know we are going away for Thanksgiving so that she could ignore her dinner so that Otter could eat it so that she could be sick because she was so hungry?
Silly little dog. Fortunately, through the miracle of olive oil and a really nasty smelling (but apparently incredibly tasty) dog treat crumbled up and mixed into a bowl of dog food, we’re all good now.
Of course, she’s punishing us right now by not hanging with us in the living room. Silly little dog!
P.S. Hi KP! Don’t forget: January comes before summer most years.
I’m here, I’m alive. Work is taking over my life. Today’s the start of a 3-day weekend. Amy and I will likely paint the house (still) this weekend.
Maggie was funny this afternoon. She got really really excited about a stick I was throwing for her.
She chased the stick and was so fast I could only get blurry pictures of her.
She’s almost 6 years old and still loves to chew sticks. Ah, dogs!
Laser eyes sometimes make sticks fly through the air on their own. Not this time, but sometimes. Hope springs eternal.
the dogs | Megan 12/13/2008 | 
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